Christmas With Aunt Jule and Uncle George
Get-togethers, family and community, are part of the holiday season.
Take Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, for example. Thousands of folks, maybe a million or more, turned out Thursday morning,1 standing in a cold New York City rain, cheering this celebration of consumerism.
I could kvetch about folks buying stuff they don't actually need, the rampant waste of helium, or Snoopy being neither at the parade's head nor at Santa's side. But I won't.
Fact is, I enjoyed an online broadcast — or is that stream? — of the parade. Watching the parade has become part of my holiday season routine.
Instead, I'll talk about another holiday tradition I've enjoyed: family Christmas gatherings at the home of Aunt Jule and Uncle George. They lived, along with some of the rest of the family, in Grand Forks, North Dakota: about a two hour drive north from Moorhead, Minnesota, where I grew up.
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(Sharing memories of an annual family gathering: and the very Scandinavian food we enjoyed. Krumkaka, julekaka, and a short quote from A Christmas Carol.)
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